Mason Cult Poems For The Modern Hell The Ideal Xmas Pressie.

The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry book from the Peoples Republic of Yorkshire. Feel the anger as Mason battles against modern life or the modern hell of living as he often calls it. No matter how stressful life gets there is always time for poetry.

Leaders…

You shouldn’t be so powerful as the wind strips you bare, all your suits, your medals your mind, your unkind, your destroying a world your mother bonded you to.  Your the leader your stripped so bare, your exposed to the snares of angry populace. Your treachery and nepotistic legions, you look like old Mulder and your smoking man has gone, but your conspiracies no larger than a room, now your destroying the world, now facing the sun what on earth is god going to do with you

Tree Brothers

So far my tree brothers and sisters have not defended ourselves in the forest, lungs of the world that we are.  Pushing and sensing we grow for a century or more in that time we develop senses a type of sight, we have energy within and even inform you in our rings as to the passing of years, dose that not make you think, put your ear to us and feel the pull of our energy.  Yes we look awkward and funny to look at in our random poses, you can even hide or shelter under our summer canopies and we cast our cushion of medallion leaves upon earth ground and do not forget our spinning seeds given to earth man for eternity…as you wander through the forest, we whisper and we know.

Mason Has Made A Housing Application For Mars.

Well the time had come things were pretty busy on earth i needed more space, so I paid a visit to the interplanetary housing office, I duly sat down and filled in the application form the housing officer was dressed in a cosmic crystal suit, told me there was nothing really available due to interference and the only vacancy was upon the sun at a higher vibratory level.

Considering this was my sixth incarnation upon earth I had this one last opportunity to see the light, so after one more night upon earth I prepared myself and drew my mind into my mental vacuum and drew on my  prana energy through the Christ centre and it was chakras away I am with the Son of God the next day .

What I know About Death

Makes us desperate as the clock races from day to day.  Round like the globe is earth a time sphere with doubtful eternity, so many children not made from love, but innocent are they,  prey to the evils that circle like vultures we have so much of ourselves and want more this word love how cheap is it upon life.

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